#tickles my brain kind of toy

[merakisphere]

Betcha didn't know these 3D Fidget Blooms once were treasures. A once popular toy enjoyed by those born in the 1900's, survived the test of time as a toy for fidgeting, ornamental piece, and fashion accessory.

It's difficult to find 100% handmade versions of these brilliant multifunctional toys in 2023. Luckily, I've spent the last half decade crafting these to keep this traditional handmade piece alive.

Special Features of Fidget Bloom:

Crafted using high quality tarnish resistant brass wire

Transforms fluidly into dozens of whimsical shapes

Can be worn as a bracelet, hair accessory, and enjoyed as an ornament

Most commonly used as a stim for stimming & regulation

Please consider browsing my revamped Etsy shop. I offer these in 100's of colours (including custom requests), and ship worldwide, including the US, UK, Australia, and more!

My Etsy bestseller listing below:

#fidget flower toy #actually handmade #stim #tickles my brain kind of toy #actually useful gifts #wearable jewellery #90's kids be like #nostalgiacore #stimblr #stimming #fidget jewelry

[emeritusemeritus]

Ughhh i cant stop thinking about soft soft sex with Fred after a long, tiring day. Just turning your brain to mush and then pampering you and holding you close... ♡

Hi Anon! My dear, this is on my mind near constantly too so here we go! My own personal HC that after the war Fred would grow his hair longer again, kind of like James in real life so I snook that in 🖤

Warnings: smut, graphic smut, soft sex, piv, fingering. Tooth rotting smut- is that a thing? Fluff, use of petnames, kind of a smutty comfort fic?

Word count: 891

You hadn't had a bad day necessarily, just a long day. You felt you were going through the motions, entirely on auto pilot, counting down the minutes until you'd be back home. Both you and Fred had the day off together tomorrow and there was no better feeling. All day you'd held on to the hope of a nice dinner, preferably one that you didn't have to cook, putting your comfiest clothes on and mindlessly watching muggle Tv whilst you cuddle up to Fred or even better, completely naked and cuddled up to Fred in a very different way.

When he first slips inside of you, a blissful sigh of relief escapes your lips. Your hands stroke down his naked. muscular back, legs locked tightly around his waist as his hips lazily drive into you, stroking deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“Fuck, you feel like home baby,” Fred whispers into your ear as he thrusts into you, burying his cock deep and staying there for a few moments, letting you adjust to his size.

“Always so tight,” he whispers, as if he’s talking to himself. You reach up and pull back the few strands of hair that have fallen into his face, making him look at you as he lifts his head. You share a sweet, meaningful smile as you look at each other before he leans down on bulging arms to kiss you. It’s passionate and loving but lazy with no rush to it, as if he’s savouring the moment just as you are. When he draws back his hips and thrusts into you again you can’t hold back the moan that escapes you. It’s quiet and subdued, muffled into his shoulder but so powerful, like a secret shared between you.

His pace is slow and steady with perfectly angled thrusts, taking his time to make it blissful for both of you. Your hips meet his, rolling in time with his thrusting and each time he seems to get deeper with every stroke.

“Roll on your side sweetheart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pulls out of you and moves to spoon you on your big, soft bed. He kisses your neck and shoulder as he settles behind you, free hand wandering across your breasts as he rests his weight on his other arm. His hand trails down your skin, purposely dancing around that spot on your waist that tickles the most and he chuckles as he watches you squirm. His big hands part your legs and begin toying with your clit, spreading around your wetness and reigniting that fire in your lower belly. He pulls away and grabs hold of his cock as you lift up your leg, allowing him to slip back inside of you. It isn’t your favourite position, usually reserved for lazy mornings when you’re both still half asleep but still need each other, but right now you’re enjoying the intimacy of it.

“Fred,” you sigh out in bliss as his pace quickens, your hand rising up to grab your breasts as his fingers slip back to your clit and circle the little nub perfectly. You turn your head to the side and he captured your lips with his almost instantly, each of you sensing the increasing intensity as his hips thrust harder and quicker.

“Want you to cum sweetheart, want to feel that perfect little pussy squeezing me,” he says in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your body as his fingers speed up just slightly on your sensitive nub.

“Fred, Fred,” you breathily chant, chasing your building orgasm as you move your hips to Fuck yourself back on his cock.

“Will you let me cum inside you baby?” He says, beginning to pound into your harder just like he knows you need.

“Fred, cum inside me!” You cry out, reaching your peak under his skilled fingers and perfect cock. Your pleading is enough to hurl him right over the edge with you and he grabs your hips with astronomical force as he pulls you down onto him one last time, sinking deep inside as he spills his load inside.

You’re both breathless and sporting with matching smiles on your face as you come down from your highs. He pulls you in for another kiss as he slips out of you, smirking against your lips as he hears you gasp. His hand comes up to rest on your breast as he pulls you into his body, his flaccid cock resting against the curve of your bum as he holds you in his arms.

“I love you, so much,” he says quietly and you smile, reaching up to entwine your fingers with his where you can reach.

“Love you more Fred Weasley,” you say slightly dreamily, still amazed that you get to say those words even after being together for so long.

After a few minutes of bathing in the post-sex glow, you hear Fred’s breathing steadying and know that he’s undoubtedly fallen asleep. It’s too late for a nap and too early for bed but you don’t care, cuddling down into the muscular plains of his chest where your head fits perfectly under his chin. Dinner can wait, chances are you’ll just order in anyway and so you let yourself drift off in Fred’s arms, the day forgotten.

#emeritusemeritus #emeritusemerituswrites #harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley masterlist #Fred Weasley smut #requests

[tteokdoroki]

hi aali!! welcome back!!! it’s so lovely to see you on my dash again <3 I saw your ask game and my eyes popped out of my sockets— would it be alright if you could do

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜ + breeding kink + sero hanta ?

I hope you’re having a lovely day!!

☆༉ — HANTA SERO: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜

extension. breeding kink + afab!reader + nsfw, mentions of makeup.

things to note. eee thank u baby!! im happy to be back n i hope u enjoy this mwah mwah mwah (also i seem to have a terrible obsession with sero n cowgirl bye)

sero fucking adores you on top for three reasons in particular. 

the first is that he can see your face when you cry, getting to look directly up at you while you sniffle and sob because he’s fucking you to high heavens and you need some kind of out let to bring you back down from cloud nine. sero will swipe a thumb under your big glossy eyes, and suck the salty tears from the pad of it just to get a reaction out of you. usually it makes you cry harder, until your mascara is nothing but dark tracks on your cheeks and your lips are wet and shiny from your own tears.

the second is that sero gets to feel you up, touch all over you. his finger tips will cascade from the back of your neck to your throat, dragging you down to slot his cheeky mouth against yours. his tongue then prods and pushes past the seam of your lips, toying with the taste of your sugar-coated and ecstasy dipped whimpers (and perhaps the taste of his cock) on your own. sometimes his hands dip lower, thumbing at those sensitive nipples until they’re budding like flowers in bloom, hanta’ll put his mouth on them too, catch your breasts in its hit cavern when they jiggle cutely as you bounce up and down on his curved length.  

you’ve always said that you like how his black rooted hair tickles your skin when he leaves hu kiss across your chest. 

but most of all, he likes it when you use him for your own pleasure — as if he’s nothing but a real life dildo and a sack of emotions. “fuckin’…shit honey. you’re fucking me so good,” sero is love sick, as you sink down on his slender cock and circle your hips to make sure you’ve taken it all. “show me how that pussy takes it, baby. wanna see,” 

he’s running his mouth, slurring over spit and poorly strung together sentences and he knows you’re not listening. you’re too focused on bringing yourself right to the edge again and getting what you want, his cum in your gorgeous cunt until it’s running down both of your thighs. thrusting downward, both of you share a satisfied moan as sero’s leaky tip bullies it’s way up your glistening walls to bare down perfectly against your g-spot — you gush in response, a fresh wave of your nectar beading perfectly down his shaft. only catching on the blue forked veins that spiral around him. 

through the misty veil of lust that clouds your brain, you manage to grasp at sero’s wrist — dragging his hand between your shaky overworked legs to guide him into spreading your pussy lips apart. “y’see me han’, ‘m all wet, all for you.” you tell him earnestly, bathing his throbbing cock in your warmth. you make sure that he gets an eyeful, a chance to observe the crude mix of his milky precum and your juices that run through your parted folds like treacle. “need you.” 

before he has a chance to sing your praises, you brace your hands on the broad scope of sero’s chest — lifting yourself up and down in his lap, working yourself on his cock like it’s all that you’re trained to do. seeing himself smeared over your clit, stringing white glazing your thighs only motivates sero to fuck up into you — chasing your high and his own, desperate to see more of his cream inside of you. 

or maybe he’s desperate to get you knocked up, see you swell with his seed — churn your insides up real good and have you all bred by him. who knows what he wants? sero can’t even tell, already burying himself to the hilt inside of you, grabbing your hips, your ass, your waist and circling you over him so that your eyes roll back. “i need to cum. please, i'll do anything.” he chants like it’s a mantra or a prayer dedicated to you. “wanna fill you up nice ‘n pretty. you want that, right? you wanna cum on me, pretty baby? make me cum deep inside—“ 

hanta can’t help but goad you, coerce you into riding him faster, harder — even if you’d intended to drag this one out. “that’s it, baby. use me, fuck yourself down on me. please,” he stutters out. he could die here, sero thinks, and he’d be so fucking happy — watching your eyes disappear into the dark of your skull, your thighs quiver and your chest sway with your sinful movements. “please, , jus’ wanna make’a’mess of these insides, wanna fuck my cum so deep inside it sticks. gotta have you full of me…”

“then cum, hanta. make me yours,” tip of the iceberg and the key to heaven’s gates is when you flip the script, begging for him to breed you. your slick walls start to twitch around him, your release trickling out of you without even a warning. that’s when hanta knows he’s fucked. 

a pathetic sob nearly knocks his heart and lungs out of place when he finally hits his high, rope after rope of hot white seed flooding your clenching hole — he grabs your hips so tight that you’ll see fingerprints in the morning and keeps you still on top of him through the aftershocks of your orgasms. 

maybe there’s a fourth thing sero loves about having you on top — the way you always beg for his cum in the end.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

#sero x reader #sero smut #bnha smut #sero thirst #sero x you #bnha thirst #bnha x reader #mha smut #mha thirst #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta smut #mha x you #✮⋆˙ 0-800-hot guy-hotline #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚🗯️੭ — messenger #autumnalsteahouse #✧ ₊˚🃏੭ — games

[kirbyskisses]

happy new year! i have had serious burnout for 50+ days because 2022 was a horrible time for me mentally (esp those last two months.)

anyway, thanks for 1k!!! here’s the birthday girl maki zenin fucking you for well over 1.5k words! (+ soft aftercare) 🎊

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

cw: lesbian tings, strap-ons, overstimulation, size kink, squirting, begging, maki is called “mommy” and “mistress”, crying, praise kink.

“maki, ‘t won’t fit—”

god - you sound so utterly broken, tears pricking the corner of you eyes as you watches the head of maki’s strap nudge your pussy’s entrance. it’s the thick kind - a bit bigger than the ones you’ve taken before.

her pretty lips are curved up into a delightful and utterly sadistic smile, dark green hair stuck to her face - you’d think her an angel if she wasn’t being so utterly sinful.

her scarred muscles lock you down under her - voice lilting into soft compliments that you can barely understand. your brain is effectively mush.

“t-too big ‘ki!”

“doing so good for me, baby. you can take it, can’t you? can you be a good girl for your mistress? don’t i always know what my baby can take, hm?” she’s smiling and watches you with half-lidded eyes; predator-like.

“yes, b’t…” you whimper out a cry.

“sshhh. don’t use that pretty brain to think. just let me in.”

lust and need burning into her every vein - she watches the rubbery cock slide between your core’s chubby lips, lines of slick rolling up and down as she grinds it over your clit.

fuck - a growl barely holds itself back from her throat as she takes it in - the sweetest, prettiest cunt - a tight hole made just for her to use and stretch.

you’re so good and pliant - simultaneously begging maki to let out all of her bottled rage and pain into you but m e w l i n g at the overstimulation of when she actually does - lips babbling and begging her not to out of instinct because it’s too good, and she’s so strong.

maki’d never actually do anything bad to you - she’s not her family - she’d stop the second you really wanted - the second your special word passed your lip. she knows it. you both know it.

but god does she love this little game of pretend.

-

“c’mon…” the swollen tip of the strapped toy edges ever so slightly onto your entrance and it’s enough to make a pathetic noise ascend through your throat.

“you can do it for me, princess… we can make it fit. just open up for me.”

you’re squirming and shivering; clit swollen and fingertips digging into her shoulders and back with utter desperation because you -

“can’t! maki - i can’t - ‘t buuurrnss.” it’s a disgustingly desperate sob as the head of the cock slips into your plump, sobbing lower lips. it really does burn - a stretch that is tightening knots in your stomach.

“oh baby, are you crying? and your little pussy is too..”

“n-no!” you lie, squelching pussy drooling.

“yes it is, angel. listen to how wet that it is for your mistress and you haven’t even taken the first inch…” her steady, loving voice teases and your face is flushed with an equally burning sense of embarrassment, unable to do anything but feel the aching stretch of the artificial cock as it burrows just another inch deeper.

and another. and another. and another - holy hell you’re so wet you barely feel it anymore - inching into you, little by little pushing past your glistening folds until the fat head of maki’s cock nudges against the deepest, most sensitive spot in your walls.

by the time a third of the big toy has bullied its way into you, maki’s slender hands have gone from fondling your breast to massaging your hips, gentle kisses on your face and neck as her green bangs fall forward and tickle your skin.

you look absolutely ruined and she can’t get enough of it.

“maki~”

“kiss mommy’s lips so she can sink into you nice and deep, baby.” she whispers, tone sweet and calm as if she’s not splitting you open with so much pressure against your chubby little cunt you feel she might rip you in two.

her lips slot against yours - her svelte hips lowering halfway into you as she swallows your broken moans. she takes sadistic delight in how you just can’t. stop. fucking. whining. the second her mouth pulls away.

“m-maki, wait—” “‘s so deep, maki —too gooood,” “c-can’t mistress, jus’ can’t—” “m-maki, maki—oh,”

“no- mistress, can’t- mistress!“ your marked throat chokes on a moan, trying to grab onto your pretty domme’s biceps in a wordless plea to slow down because you can’t handle it.

maki forces the rest into you like an animal, fucking down into your sopping pussy as those wet gasps and pretty sobs ring in her ears. 

finally feeling full seems to flip a switch inside you, aided and abetted by your girlfriend’s sweet praises.

“you can take it. you did it, see! you did so good taking it all for me. such a good girl. doesn’t it feel so good, sweetheart? being stretched just how you like, hmm?”

she says, soothing her hands over your stomach to reassure you that she’s still there - hazel eyes mesmerized by the subtle bulge of the outline of the cock.

“you have the most perfect stretched little pussy, angel.” thin fingers press on the little bulge and you erupt.

“momMY!” you WAIL, torn between the throbbing pain in your tummy and the pleasure that wracks your body. you want to convulse and jolt but you can’t.

“i g’tta move, mommy!”

cursed with such enhanced strength maki’s taken to fully pinning you down - body unmoving - buried completely inside your cunt. you make a noise of utter shame as the thick head kisses your g-spot, wet juices pouring around it with an audible squelch.

this always happens and maki can’t help but let out a light giggle.

even during prep you’re so overwhelmed - squirming away until whatever cock or toy or pair of fingers she has inside you pops free from your spongy walls and you're left spasming and clenching around nothing.

“you’re so cute, baby.” she punctuates the affirmation with a kiss too your pouting lips. “but mommy’s not going to let you escape this time - not after all that effort getting it inside - you know better than that.~”

legs far too restricted to kick her away and hands attached to her shoulder like claws, you just have to feel.

and you feel like you’re floating.

she rolls her hips slowly, listening to the filthy ‘shlick, shlick, shlick’ that your poor pussy makes whenever she slides in and out and the desperate shuffle of strap fabric against the skin of your hipbones. your inner thighs are trembling, skin glossy with wetness and clit standing out between his lips, flushed and neglected.

the dam inside you feels like it’s going to burst with every passing second - maki’s pace may be slow and full of praise but it is brutal inside your pussy pressing and pressing and pressing - god why can’t she stop!

“fuuuck!” “mommy, wait- m’gonna pe e-“ “please , mommy, mistresssss” “haah maki - maki lemme move!!” “don’ wanna stop but jus’- aahn!” “w-want a second - just a second or i’ll - mistress please! don’wanna pee myself!”

your folds deliciously flutter as maki watches herself slide in and out of your hole.

“just let it happen, my angel.” her thumbs goes over your poor, twitching clit and you cry out at the drag of the thick cock in combination with the stimulation of the naked bud. wetness spurts and sprays across her chiseled abdomen but your fucked-out mind doesn’t notice the mess you’ve made between your thighs until maki pulls out and something wet splashes against your stomach.

and it happens again and again and again.

-

you sob and sob, still shaking while she stands and undoes straps that tied her to the rubber extension. she sits by you, golden eyes filled with softness and adoration as she rubs your face and massages your thighs.

all signs of the mistress who was greedy for your overstimulation are completely gone. what remains is your girlfriend - ever concerned and constantly proud.

“hey. hey, look at me.” she gives a smile. “you did so good for me, babe. did i go too far? was it really too much?”

you mumble, shaking your head as you squeeze whatever clean parts of the bed you can find. she chuckles - god, it’s nice to hear her laugh at something that isn’t painful or dominant.

“can’t quite hear you with your face in the pillow like that, sweetheart.” her fingers lead your chin so you meet her gaze. there are still the remnants of fat tears down your cheeks.

“wasn’t too much… i made a big mess.” your face heats up in partial embarrassment (and also because she’s mind-boggling pretty, even scratched and sweaty).

“ i can get more bed sheets. can’t get another you, babe. you just relax.” maki smiles and pulls you into her embrace.

“it was great, baby. it’s a good mess. i’m so proud you squirted for me. you took it all so well - didn’t even need to say our word.”

“yeah?” you poke your head up more, heart fluttering because the greatest woman alive is proud of you.

“yeah. you don’t even have to speak. let’s just get you cleaned up.”

“can’t feel m’legs.”

“i know.” she lets out a light laugh and just as soon as the sound leaves her lips, you’re cradled into her arms like a bride, head hidden in her breasts. you mumble again, more audibly this time.

“did i help you feel better?”

she pauses and your name stutters out of her lips - fuck, you’re so considerate. taking all of that just so she could feel a bit of stress relief from a usually cruel, uncaring world. with practically no effort, she readjusts you so her eyes meet your teary ones.

“oh, princess. i feel better than ever. you were so amazing. next time you can use me for stress relief instead, okay?”

that stirs you into instantly heating up again as she walks both of your beautiful, naked bodies to the shower.

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#smut #maki zenin x reader #maki x reader #maki zenin #jjk #jujutsu kaisen  #jjk x reader #makki smut #makki x reader #x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #full fic #1k event #if you anime only’s think maki is hot NOW you’ve got a big storm coming #happy birthday queen

[sourholland]

Welcome to Victory || Jack Chambers

In which Y/N and Jack Chambers are madly in love and new to Victory. ***smut included***

Everything was sort of distorted and blurry, you rolled over in bed with a pounding headache that sent blazing pain behind your left eye. You breathed out shakily, trying to adjust your eyes to the darkness of the room. You couldn’t think, suddenly feeling the sensation of someone’s arm wrapped around your waist.

Turning hastily you saw the outline of Jack sleeping, your throat ached and your head pounded. It was like an array of thoughts hitting you at once. Suddenly you were remembering everything kind of fuzzy. You were from Boston, you met Jack and you were married shortly after, you honeymooned, and now you’d come to live in a nice area where he would work for this new company project.

What’s it called, again? Where are you? How did you get here? Why does everything feel so different?

Thoughts began to implode the inside of your mind, you looked down and saw the outline of your fingers through the dark room. Wiggling them, you saw your wedding ring. Your brain felt like it was exploding.

Your wedding. You tried to remember everything from your wedding.

What is this place called?

Victory, the thought hit you suddenly like it’d been shot at you. You were in Victory. Why couldn’t you remember this? You feel so out of place, so disoriented.

“Darling,” his rough, tired breath could be felt on the back of your neck. “What’re you doin’ awake? Are you alright?”

You spun around, laying facing him now. He was so casual, his eyes hardly open and the look on his face confused. Oh yes, this was your life, this was your husband. The thoughts felt sort of artificial, but slowed your heart rate nonetheless.

“I’m okay,” you whispered. “Bad dream.”

“S’alright,” he murmured, leaning into you and kissing you warmly. “C’mon, get some rest, sweetheart.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and hearing him breathe out in what sounded like relief. He was warm and his arms wrapped around you strongly. This felt like contentment and suddenly all of your worries were dismissed and you could only feel the beat of Jack’s heart beneath you while you slept on his chest.

-

The feelings resurfaced when you woke to the light streaming in through the sheer curtains of your bedroom which felt so familiar, but somehow unfamiliar. It was colorful and the bedspread was a fun green and yellow abstract pattern.

Jack was groggily blinking his eyes, looking over at you tiredly and smiling. You sighed out loud, unable to overcome this ominous feeling inside of you. He leaned over and kissed you, your hair tickling his cheek and making him laugh into the long kiss.

“Good mornin’,” he smirked, running a hand down your torso and finding the hem of his dress shirt that hung to your thighs. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Blushing furiously, you let your fingers find his hair and shivered at his hands grazing the bare skin of your thighs. He laid his spread palm on the bottom of your stomach, just under your navel. His fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties, teasing you while he sucked on your neck.

“Mmm, it’s too bad we’ve got to get up,” he smirked.

“No,” you sighed. “We don’t have to.”

His fingers slipped under the fabric, inching lower and lower, your breath heavy and uneven as he found his fingers running over your soaking slit. You pleaded with him without saying a word, staring into his eyes with lust as he entered you with his index finger.

“How’s that, baby?” He asked you lowly, pumping in and out achingly slow. “You’re such a good girl, my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” you nearly cried, feeling his middle enter next.

He brought his thumb to the small bud of nerves, embracing your nails digging into his back. Your head swam with thoughts, a tight coil forming in your stomach as he penetrated you with both fingers and rubbed incessantly at your clit.

“How’s this?” He said as another finger entered your centre. “Feel good, baby?”

Your legs began to shake, and the build up became too much. You high pitched whimpers came out pleadingly as he brought you tensed around him and came to a finish, he was soon kissing you with ease and reveling in your unsteady breaths.

“Such a good girl,” he pushed the hair out of your eyes and pressed his forehead against yours. “Let’s get up and ready, yeah?”

The rest of the early morning consisted of you making a nice breakfast, watching Jack get ready for his first day of work, and pushing the feelings inside down deeper. You meandered around in his white button down, putting a record on and watching him sip on his coffee.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the most beautiful woman?” He asked, walking over to you by the dinner table and snaking a hand around your waist.

“Only you on every day that ends in y,” you smiled, leaning in and kissing him.

He lifted you onto the table and you spread your legs for him to stand in between. He smiled as he kissed you, like he was the happiest man in the world.

“I,” he kissed you again. “Have,” he kissed you once more,” he couldn’t not kiss you again. “To go.”

He pulled away finally and laughed as you fell back in defeat. He checked his wristwatch and moved to grabbed his lunch you’d just made him. You followed closely behind, giving puppy dog eyes and protruding your lower lip when he looked back at you as he opened the front door.

“You’re lovely, you know that?” He said as he walked outside and got into his car.

“I love you,” you leaned in and kissed him. “I will see you tonight.”

“And I love you.”

You stepped back and watched all of the other cars leave their driveways, and all of the other wives stand back waving their husbands farewell. The pain behind you eye began again suddenly, the feeling clawing it’s way up after being dismissed so quickly.

It was a yell from across the street that brought you back to reality.

“Y/N, right?” A woman called out. “Welcome to Victory!”

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[hype-blue-fixation]

Well I literally woke up with the tickle fantasy of a "power lee" (Lord forgive me that's the only way I know to call it) I had lee Alastor and ler Vox doing this in my brain, but I wrote this in a "fill in the blank" style for your own purposes.

Just like, imagine the Lee sitting comfortably on a couch and Ler coming over. Thinking they're hot stuff and teasing their little sweetie into a lee mood. Congrats. It worked. But now the Ler finds themselves being teased back.

"You can tickle me, but remember you only have power because I give it to you. So you're going to do it exactly how I want it, hmm?"

And the Lee has unbreakable eye contact and a snide smirk. They take their Ler by the hands and press them against their sides. Make them WAIT. The Ler is SO itchy to just dig into their little toy, but they have to wait. Then finally the Lee gives a command.

"You can now tickle me until I tell you to stop."

And oh boy does the Ler follow orders. They dig in and count all those cute little ribs. Teasing and making sure they hit all the worst spots before their time is up.

"TIHIME'S UHUHUP~! STOP!"

The Ler doesn't want to stop. They don't have to, right? Because they're the ones in the power position. Wrong. The Lee is maintaining full eye contact, smiling with a knowing pride. Their confidence makes the Ler shrink back and obey.

"You're so good at listening! Now come here and bend down in front of me, dear."

The Ler does so, and the Lee grabs their head. A firm hold that they force the Ler down onto their knees with. Then the Lee uses their other hand to lift their shirt and expose their tummy.

"I want hands behind your back, mouth only. Can I trust you to do that for me?"

The Ler flusters and nods. Then they lean in and start nibbling on that soft belly. Kissing it. Sometimes blowing a sweet little raspberry. Their Lee is so happy, giggling away and squirming without a care in the world. They LOVE being nibbled on the sides of their belly, and it's lovely how airy their giggles get at navel kisses. All the while, the Ler finds themselves getting all kinds of praise for being such a good pawn.

Headpats, shoulder rubs, scratches.

"Good boy. You're so good to me."

"Thahat's it! Right thehehere~!"

"You love this, don't you, darling?"

But they never say "stop".

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[jamdoughnutmagician]

Tied Up.

Steve Harrington x reader (18+)

Just a short little blurb that was inspired by this post because the idea of it would not leave my brain until I wrote something about it.

Warnings:Smut, Bondage, Dominant Reader, Submissive Steve, Use of toys (Vibrator)

Word Count: 587

It’s his body that's bound by the intricate weaving of coarse red rope biting into his skin. His hazel brown eyes hidden behind the silken fabric of one of his ties. But it's your vibrator that's tied to his thigh, buzzing away lowly at the straining bulge in his boxers.

He wouldn't be in this mess, if only he hadn't touched himself without your permission. If only he'd been a good boy. 

You circle him where he sits, his hands bound above him. Helpless to whatever punishment you deem fit to inflict upon him.

“If they could see you now, huh?” You tease, leaning close enough to him that your breath tickled against his ear as you spoke. “King Steve, all tied up and trembling just for me.”

You watch how he squirms against his bonds, desperate for any kind of friction. Slyly trying to shift his hips if only the slightest bit, just to angle the buzzing toy against the tip of his cock. He’s leaking so much pre-cum that you can’t help but notice the staining wet patch on the light grey fabric. Evidence of his arousal dampening the material.

“Please..” he whimpers “I promise I’ll be good for you…I’ll be your good boy..” his breaths coming out in strained pants.

You’ve hardly touched him, and yet he’s so keyed up just from the slightest bit of stimulation. The vibrations are just low enough to keep him on edge. That sweet middle ground of pain and pleasure that makes his mind feel like it’s floating and the muscles in stomach clench.

You decide to take pity on him, doing him the favour of untying the blindfold from his eyes, allowing his big hazel brown eyes.

“There you are Stevie, there's those pretty eyes I love so much.” 

His eyes glint back to you from underneath his dark lashes, sparkling with unfulfilled pleasure.

“Please I promise I can be good. Wanna be a good boy…fuck… Wanna be your good boy, Honey.” he whimpers as he struggles against the ropes around his body.

You lean in close to him, placing a soft kiss to his stubble scratched cheek.

“You're my good boy, huh?” You tease, your voice light and airy as you ask your question. “Let's see if you can be a good boy and come for me without me touching you. How does that sound?”

He nods his head, with a lazy smile tugging at his lips.

 You allow your hand to coast down his strong thigh. The fuzzy hairs are soft under your touch as you flick the switch of the vibrator up a notch, revelling in the way the moans escape from his pretty pink lips.

“Look at you, you’re so wet Stevie..” you purr, running your finger over the sticky patch on his boxers where the steady flow of pre-cum dribbles from his sensitive tip. 

The muscles in his soft stomach clench with arousal as the tantalising vibrations cause his cock to twitch, before it all becomes too much for him to bear, coming with a deep moan, spilling rope after rope of his spend in his boxers.   

You watch as his chest rises and falls with heaving breaths, the high of his orgasm still pulsing through his body as his cock weakly spurts out the last of his seed. The sticky bulge under the fabric softening slowly as he comes back down to earth.

“Well well, would you look at that… It seems you can be a good boy after all, Stevie.”

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[wroteclassicaly]

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Plus!Sized Female Reader

Word count: 1,676

Summary: You and Steve have some of your favorite kind of playtime. It’s pretty intense.

Warnings: Language, use of a blindfold, daddy!Steve, use of a sex toy & strap on/harness, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, slight male masturbation, anal sex, Steve gets pegged, but power bottoms from the top, and overall NSFW content!

A/N: It started out as a small thot in my brain in the early morning/late night hours. I called it the midnight unholys, haha. And it developed into… Well, this. I have another one in the works, but this one came first, and it’s also a plus sized reader, so I hope that’s okay?

This is untitled, because I couldn’t really think of one. Anyways… Hope y’all enjoy? ;) ❤️💖

Steve makes you lay completely naked with your legs spread open, watching him jerk himself off and finger his own ass. You’re not permitted to touch yourself, or you get blindfolded and tied up. Then when you don’t listen, when your fingers accidentally dip between your thighs, he’s moving over to where you are, securing a black fold around your head, its familiar silk tickling your ears with a light muffle.

“Tsk tsk, honey. I told you to listen to me.”

“But Stevie, I —“

He clamps a huge palm over your mouth, his salty skin on your parched lips. “You want me to gag you next, baby?”

Your thighs slap together, skin jiggling, and he snorts. “Yeah, I knew you’d probably like that. You’re extremely insatiable.”

He doesn’t let you know what’s going to happen next, simply warns you to not push it and to leave your hands above your head. “If a finger even twitches, then m’ gonna make sure you’re sorry when I’m through with you.”

You comply, much to his pleasure — a little to his chagrin, if he’s honest. But it makes things easier to set his plan in motion, moving away from you and smirking as you call for him from your spot on the living room couch.

“Steve? You’re not leaving me like this, tell me you’re—“

“You better NOT be moving, and that includes your mouth, little girl. So shut up and let daddy get what he needs to!”

The chains click against the thick leather, the other item heavy in his hand — something you both love to indulge in, more than you’d anticipated when you bought it. Originally, it was for you, modeled after Steve, but when the tequila became too strong and mouths became pliant — secret wants and wishes were spilled and agreed upon.

“Not fair I’m the only one who has to take a thick fucking cock, Stevie. Maybe I want to see how badly you struggle afterwards?”

“Mhm, you’re kinda right, honey.”

And that was the end of that. Introducing one of Steve’s favorite (and yours) playtime plays.

As you can’t see anything, nor move your hands — you’re relying on what you can smell, taste, and hear. So you nearly fall off the couch cushions when your boyfriend’s foot falls sound along the hardwood, approaching you. He coos at you, dropping some items on the coffee table beside you, his fingers tickle-tapping along your forearm and up into your palm, making you instinctively grasp him in a hold. You recoil and curse, whimpering. “Shit, m’ sorry. I didn’t mean to move, daddy.”

Steve’s entire jaw aches from the shit eating grin of your timid submission. He brushes his along your eyebrows, right above where the fabric rests. “It’s alright, for now. But I’m afraid that I still can’t let the earlier offense slide, honey.”

“Oh, fuck.” You’re nodding and resigning to your fate. “Whatever you have to do to teach me not to touch…”

His mouth is leaving feather light kisses to your jawline now, his apple and cedarwood body wash igniting your senses, your ability to taste his aftershave, practically on your tongue. He has to fight himself not to hold onto your hands, his automatic must have, especially during sex. Your bare body is laid out for him to do whatever he wants, your trust and soul entwined. He beams with a pride so genuine that it’s enough to help him slide away and tap your hips. “Lift up for me, baby.”

You don’t hesitate, Steve uses his strength to quickly maneuver your right leg into the harness, then the other. The moment that the material glides across your ankles and calves — you moan, immediately lifting your ass to help him slide the straps up until they’re in their place around the thick plush of your hips. So this is what he wants tonight? You should’ve known the second his fingers found that tight little rim below those full balls, how hard his cock was, the lube bottle open and beside his feet. This was what he had planned, despite your behavioral misstep in trying to touch yourself.

“How’s it feelin’, honey?” Ever-the-present boyfriend, he’s checking in with you first.

You shift a bit, the straps tightening across your thighs and beneath the pudge of your belly, sticking in the most delicious of ways. As Steve awaits your response, he can see your skin under pressure from the leather straps, but what’s mainly catching his attention? That small gap right below where the cock attaches, right where he can see your swollen pussy on display for him. You’re soaked, thighs shiny with it, drenching the harness, clit surrounded by a small bush of hair that’s coated in your cream. It comes out of his mouth before he can stop it (as if he would).

“Holy shit, your cunt is soaking wet, honey.” Your pupils are blown so wide that you look on the verge of leaving planet earth as you face him.

He reaches over to grip the thick shaft, breathing wet and shaky, and he’s quicker in attaching the heavy weight of the silicone, making you marvel once more. How does he manage carrying the real thing between his legs all the time? Your chest heaves sporadic beats, ones that slam against your ribcage, holding the bones hostage, nearly dusting them to ash. His voice is raspy when he speaks, tendrils of chestnut hair tickling your cheek as he leans down by your ear. “Be right back. Gonna get our lube. Daddy can’t take you without it.”

You’re grinning, knowing he is doing that Steve cheshire to match. It doesn’t take but mere seconds, the sound of the gel being squirted into his hand — loud and present. The couch dips with the weight of his knees, his body shuffling as he moves to straddle you, his heavy cock falling against your stomach, grazing the silicone. You're hit with a memory of jerking him and the toy off at once.

“Yeah, I’m remembering that too, babygirl. Your poor wrist needed iced up after that, remember?”

With how hard he’s breathing, you can imagine how dark his eyes are, how the hazel has been obliterated by a midnight sky, thick with desire. He shifts his hairy thighs on either side of your hips, heavy and light all at once. His tone of command leaves zero room to argue. He’s still in charge.

“Now. Here’s what’s gonna happen, honey. I’m going to use your cock, ride you until I cum, and you’re not allowed to see me or touch me, because you didn’t listen.”

Protests and cries die on your lips, but he shushes you right away. He’s well aware that you can’t stand not touching him, especially when he’s riding your strap. Always needing to have your hands on the thick of his beautiful ass — smacking, encouraging it, scratching, pulling it apart. He gives you points when you don’t disagree further, your hands staying perfectly still, even as he makes a fast task of lubricating the faux dick and himself, tossing the bottle beside your leg. He finds your thick waistline, squeezes — and then, reaching with one hand, he tugs the tip of the toy towards his ass, gently easing it back and forth across his perineum.

“God, honey. Your strap is gonna make me feel so fucking good. Gonna soak your tits and your face in my cum.”

“Yes, please. Fucking use me, Steve!”

He grumbles about that being what he likes to hear, and then he’s settling his weight onto you, right into his loud whimpering cries, as he eases himself down the toy — each realistic ridge and thick inch making him feel for what you have to go through, but also making his brain short circuit, and your own, hearing how slick and wet he is, how his tight hole opens up for its thick girth. It hits against that special spot, and already, his toes are curling. You can’t see him, but you can feel the slippery perspiration of his skin, coarse leg hair, right to the happy trail that dips down his belly button and settles around the base of his own fat cock. He’s groaning, tongue tied and gone. Your fingers almost twitch.

“Good boy, Steve. You’re doing so good for me. Are you — you okay, baby?”

He drops a hand to your cheek and swipes his calloused thumbpad, nodding, even though you can’t see, beginning to thrust himself into the rhythmic pain. This won’t last long, he’s well aware. His pre-come squirts out in fresh waves, soaking your belly each time he works his hips. “It’s perfect. Fuck, baby.” He loses himself and lets his hand fall backwards, nudging your legs apart a little more, skimming that opening where your pussy meets the harness straps.

Your thighs begin to tremble and you mewl, quite pathetically. Steve is cursing. “Honey, that’s my good-fuckin’-girl! You’re sopping wet. And that’s all because daddy is riding you, huh?”

“You feel amazing, Stevie! How’s my strap? Nice and thick in your tight little hole, splitting you open just like you always do to me?”

You can’t form a coherent thought, both of you becoming lost in the power dynamic and babble. Steve is a writhing mess at your words, hand working overtime behind him.

He strokes and swipes as best as he can, taking what arousal he gathers from you, and uses it to circle around his rim — that’s stuffed full of your strap, and then he’s taking some more to slick his aching cock, peeling it off your stomach, letting it bob back and forth, slapping your skin in a sticky press. You’re planting your feet into the couch and helping get him deeper, his hands finding your breasts, pinching your pebbled nipples, holding on as he begins to bounce, even his teeth aching from the overwhelming urge to come, his breathing accelerating.

Yeah, this isn’t gonna last much longer…

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[miasmaghoul]

Swiss/Aeon thoughts you say? Please, do go on *Scoots my seat closer*

I'm high so this is basically just headcanons lmao SORRY

I just know they have so much fun together. They laugh a lot during sex, both of em always down for what the other wants. Lots of kink involved in that pairing, LOTS. Super switchy on both of their parts, so much dirty talk it isn't even funny. They're playful. If Swiss tells Aeon to call him daddy, Aeon will laugh in his face even as he chubs up. They're almost always high when they fuck. Both suuuuuuuper touchy, both want to overwhelm each other. They make out a lot, Aeon straddling Swiss and shoving his tongue down his throat, and they both touch each other's faces the whole time. They'll edge each other for hours, and then Aeon will beg Swiss to overstim him to tears and beyond. Or they'll ruin each other's orgasms and revel in the frustration of it all. Both real into predator/prey scenes, in both directions. Swiss likes to be hunted while Aeon likes his head fucked with. Sometimes they'll double team Dew and it'll turn into the worst sort of objectification for the little guy. Definitely get real weird together, in every way there is to interpret that. Aeon likes to be hurt - likes to have his ruddy, sad, shriveled cock toyed with until he's in tearful agony. Likes being tickled until he's sobbing and aching and unable to stay hard. Likes having his flexible limbs contorted and tied to get him exposed to Swiss's cruel hands. Swiss is less into being in extended pain though. He still gets something out if it, to be sure, but he prefers being kept in the build up. He'll let Aeon edge him for d a y s. Will let him work him up for hours, get him so close before pulling away and waiting until Swiss was soft again before giving him more. Then Swiss will be locked up in a pretty pink cage for the night, only to do it all again the next day. And the next. And the next. By the time Aeon decides to get him off, Swiss is on such a hair trigger that Aeon has to use his magic to keep him from blowing at the first little baby kiss to his dick. When he is finally allowed to cum, Aeon bleeds into his brain to make his orgasm unnaturally long. He won't be able to cum for at least three days afterwards, but it's worth it for the sight of Aeon's angular face coated in his mess. Swiss will lick up every drop and feed it to him, thanking him profusely for his kindness. Swiss loves erotic massage, loves the attention paid to his body. Loves the sounds Aeon makes when he works himself into Swiss's ass, massaging him inside too. Likes it long and slow and luxurious. But they both also love a quick, dirty, semi-public quickly. Rubbing their cocks together in an alcove in the chapel, ducking into a supply closet to suck each other off and giggling about it. Sometimes Swiss will cum in Aeon's boxers and tug them back on so Aeon can feel him all day. Aeon will text him later on saying that he keeps getting hard in public. They can be extreme together for sure - lots of heavy, possessive breeding king talk, choking to the point of it not being safe, quintessence sensory play, some super dubious situations. Not often, but it can happen. They can be gross too. Aeon will listen at the hotel wall when he's roomed next to Swiss, jerking himself raw while he listens to Swiss get railed by Mountain. Swiss will cum on his pillow on the bus so Aeon smells him when he crawls in for the night. Just a little nasty.

Like I said, they just have fun.

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[xopinkroses]

Big brain Nero head cannon time!

I loved the "Can I spend my life with you?" fic and it got me thinking... Nero would be so soft around little kids! 🤧 Chaotic but soft! Like playful and fully engaged with whatever they are doing and 1000% down to play with dolls or putting on makeup or a full on nerf war or a foam sword fight or even just chasing the kid around, cackling like a gremlin while the kid screams and giggles! 😭

It would be so precious to watch and my heart can't handle how cute it is!!!

Playtime (Nero x Reader & Their Child)♥

(Dad Nero has my heart💖💖😭 Both baby and Reader are gender neutral for maximum self insertion haha~ I based this on my younger family members and how I mess around with them! (◠‿◠✿) Thank you for the request!! xo)

Summary; Nero playing with your toddler! Word Count; 575 Warnings; None! :)

MASTERLIST🌸

From the second your child was born, Nero’s ‘dad mode’ was unlocked and he hasn't looked back since. Dad jokes, tea parties and telling stories with dramatic voices to make an actor jealous– Nero gladly let go of any pride he had before in order to see his baby smile. That gummy smile and the tiny, cooing giggles when he would make faces and animatedly speak to the tiny baby in his arms… It just made everything worth it. 

“I’m gonna get youuu∼!” 

“No you won’t–!”

You watch on as the two most important people in your life cause absolute chaos in your living  room, couch cushions and toys strewn over the floor and the sound of delighted squealing and giggling warming your heart. Nero is pretending to chase after your toddler, dramatically parkouring over furniture, pretending to be some kind of monster… or maybe a dinosaur? You can’t really be sure, the game changes every few minutes and you’ve given up trying to keep up with the switch ups. He always makes sure to be just unable to reach your child, who squeals and yells for the monster to go away as they run a few feet away– but you know Nero is as eagle eyed as ever, subtly herding them away from potential dangers without pausing the game.

Nero takes playtime very seriously. Sometimes you have to ask yourself whether you have one baby or two– because father and child are on the exact same wavelength when it comes to playing. This is a game of life or death!

“I’m gonna steal all your hugs– give them to meeee∼!” Nero rushes towards your child, hands outstretched in a tickling motion. They scream and run behind the couch, peeking over it with sparkling eyes.

“Nuh-uh! None for youuuu–!” They declare, giggling and waiting for their daddy’s next move. “Monsters don’t get hugs!”

Nero gasps in offence, “What do you mean monsters don’t get hugs?”

“No hugs for monsters!” The child doubles down, grinning as Nero puts a hand to his chest and puts on an indignant expression.

“But what if I’m a nice monster?” Nero challenges, creeping closer to the couch.

“Nope, nuh-uh– no hugs for you!” They see Nero’s approach and starts mirroring his actions so that the two of them are circling the couch. 

“Is that so?” Nero grins mischievously.

They giggle, “Mm-hmm! My hugs, you can’t have them!” 

You already know what's coming before it even happens, having seen this scenario play out many times before. Nero nods sadly, looking thoughtful. “Hmm, okay… I guess I’ll just have to go without then….” 

And then he lunges– vaulting over the couch and capturing the toddler in his arms, lifting them into the air like a trophy. They squeal and kick their arms and legs out in an attempt to ‘free themself’, their cheeks flushed and white hair a mess. 

“Gotcha–!” He tosses them into the air before hugging them tightly to his chest. His arms are strong and protective around your child, and they lean into his embrace despite still screaming out in defeat at having been caught by the monster. “All your hugs are mine!”

That's when you decide to make your presence known, wrapping your arms around the two of them and nuzzling your cheek against the soft white hair of your baby’s head. A sneak attack to win you the game!

“-- And now both of your hugs are mine!”

~ 🖤

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[hederasgarden]

A Firm Touch

Summary: Bob’s a giving lover, always putting your pleasure first but sometimes you want a firmer touch.

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x F!Reader

W/C:

Rating: Explicit sexual content, 18+ only. Oral sex, deep throating, overstimulation, use of restraints and a sex toy. 

A/N: All the new photos of Lewis have made me feral and put me back on my Bob bullshit.@writercole and @antiquitea are to blame for this filth. Thank you @therebeccaw for beta'ing. The taglist is gone,please follow @hg-library.

Masterlist ♡ Top Gun Masterlist

Bob has you on your back tonight, wearing the sheer little nightie you bought special for last Valentine's Day. Your wrists are restrained by thin, leather straps that give you some range of motion but not enough to touch Bob or yourself. He’s standing above you, bright blue eyes thick with lust. Your head hangs off the side of the bed. He watches you for a beat, trailing the back of his hand over the swell of your cheek. Your eyes flutter and you open your mouth. 

He fucks your throat slow and deep, pausing every so often to admire the shape of his cock in your throat and how much of him you can take. His little groans have your cunt twitching around nothing, while the remote-controlled vibe that’s nestled against your clit keeps humming away at an intensity that’s a touch too low to give you what you actually need to come. When you roll your hips, whining and seeking more, the toy falls silent. Bob pushes deeper into your throat, his torso blocking out your line of sight. He gives your nipples a warning slap, the action sending a sharp jolt to your stomach.

You fall still at the silent reprimand, tongue slipping out to caress his cock in apology. He inhales sharply at the sight and the toy jumps to life a second later. You close your eyes and focus on his pleasure, careful not to shift your hips or be too greedy. Bob is a giving lover, always putting your pleasure first so it’s a special treat when he’s in this kind of mood. It tickles that baser, more primal part of your brain that craves submission.  

“That’s good,” Bob praises, pulling free and allowing you to take a breath that turns into a gasp when the vibe intensifies. 

Your fingers curl into fists and you lift the lower half of your body, moaning as the toy scratches that itch just right. Your sounds of pleasure are cut off when he pushes the thick head of his cock past your lips to block your airway once more. Again, the pulsing motion dies down as Bob fucks your throat. Your skin is warm and tingly. The desire for something more between your legs almost makes you squirm but you hold still, muscles bunched tightly. 

Bob curses and speeds up. “I’m gonna come,” he groans. “You gonna swallow it all for me?”

You hum in agreement, readying yourself for what he’s going to give you.

“God, yes,” he hisses. 

When he comes, you hear the click of the remote in his hands and the toy nestled against your clit buzzes at max intensity. Bob drops the slim black controller beside you on the bed and wraps his hands around your neck to drive himself even deeper. You groan around his cock, coming in quick, almost painful waves while his hot cum floods your belly.

You don’t even care that you can’t breathe at this point. Your whole body locks up in pleasure and your arms strain against the leather straps that keep your wrists pinned. Bob doesn’t slow down, softly-muttered words of praise slipping between his clenched jaw. From past experience you know he loves how your throat keeps trying to swallow him down while you’re both coming.

It’s this moment that always gets you. The way Bob can be in complete control up until the second he’s about to come and then he’s just as lost as you. You want it to stop. You never want it to stop. You think you could die happy like this with all your nerves on fire and the taste and smell of him all around you. Tonight you’re not the only one who ends up a little overstimulated…

Okay thank you for coming to my TedTalk!

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[merakisphere]

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[eternadreeblissa]

Hello hun, it's been a while! I hope you've been drinking water and eating well.

Your latest post on Courage tickled my brain quite a bit. I hope we'll get more content regarding the unofficial chain members (Koridai, Courage, First, etc.) Oh my, there's something about the prideful (and sometimes flirty) characters that makes me want to squeeze them like a chew toy. (Affectionately <3)

Courage is such a divergent from the other Links that it's so interesting to think about him. (Watching the cartoon is on my ‘To-Do list’.) Like how you mentioned before, he does feel like someone who will cling to that facade even at death's door.

Never allow himself to stray from the image that he created in an already ruined world where his life is constantly being toyed. I imagined he would probably be avoidant when it comes to being vulnerable himself. And when he would be 'vulnerable', it would just be him being 'open.'

So pushing Courage at his lowest point would be interesting thoughts.

When his darling's body is bruised and battered, unable to open their eyes. They'rebreathing, theyHAVEtobebreathing—

Just how quickly would that desperation of his seep through the growing cracks? How easily would he exhaust his body to ensure their survival? Breaking every bone in his body, every piece of skin could be torn off so no more bruises could appear on their unconscious body. BlackAndBlueNeverSuitedYou...

You weren't supposed to die like a hero.

•}{♡}{•

... My mind kinda blanked after writing for a good while, I really want to know more about how Courage's brain would work.

Anyway, take care <3

— Loafie

(DISCLAIMER: My initial answer felt like I'm just parroting back your thoughts, so I had help with this one jrufbduhn)

Anyway, you're right, he absolutely would be pushing the limits of his body if it meant you'll live. And he'll be using brute force to protect you.

Did you know he fought off 2 Lynels in the cartoon? One at a time? He managed to deal one and still got energy for another. He got stonks w him y'all. (In the cartoon tho, it didn't seem that groundbreaking, but I'm sure everyone who's played BOTW would remember how nightmarish they were). He was strong enough to even throw a dresser or so overhead!

Meaning, he'll be tearing at anyone and anything perceived as an enemy; which is basically anything that moves in his vision. If his weapons are out he'll be using his limbs to decimate foes to reach darling, if his body is used to be her shield, his teeth will tear out throats to those who come near. He won't stop until darling is safe. He won't stand down or die and perish until darling is okay. No matter what anyone does he'll come crawling back. Should the goddesses give him kindness, grant mercy, give it to the one who holds his heart. It is the only reward and kindness he'll accept.

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[slytherin-paramour]

There were some perks to waking up early, and that was getting to finish the second part of my little fic! Still purely Garreth based, this one! 👀

GARRETH X MC

You both stepped out of the Three Broomsticks threshold, turning to bid Sirona a kind thank you and good-bye as you left. The sun was now quite low in the sky, the beautiful red and fuchsia colours casting a warm glow down onto the enchanting village.

Still holding onto your hand, Garreth led you to the right and up a little flight of stone steps. The maroon hues of Zonko's joke shop invaded your vision, a few excited children clambering up onto boxes to look through the windows at whatever whimsical shenanigans were going on inside.

You gazed at the back of Garreth's head. He'd become unsually quiet, and this coupled with the fact that he wanted to talk in private had your brain in a tizzy, if you were being truthful. You tried not to dwell on it, and felt a little better when he tilted his face back to look at you, flashing a little smile your way.

"It's an absolutely gorgeous evening, don't you think? It's a shame that the Broomstick's doesn't have any outdoor seating."

You broke the silence as you continued onward, approaching a stone archway that joined two old buildings together. Underneath a little street vendor who was selling various fresh vegetables and meats was busy packing away her wares and she gave the young couple a friendly smile as they passed. Garreth hummed thoughtfully at your comment.

"It is a shame indeed, your face looks quite lovely in the light of the sunset. I wouldn't have been able to look away for a second."

You inhaled sharply, heat flooding your cheeks for what felt like the thousandth time that day. You almost didn't see the young boy careening toward you on a toy broomstick and had to jolt to the right quickly to avoid him, straight into the solid form that was Garreth Weasley. He laughed and pulled you closer into his side, arm wrapping around your waist to steady you. In a completely un-Garreth manner, he shocked you by leaning down to speak lowly into the shell of your ear.

"Have I flustered you? I would apologise, but I'm not sorry in the slightest, especially if the outcome was getting to hold you close like this."

The tickle of his breath on your sensitive ear had heat coiling through your abdomen, and feeling his large hands grip you lightly at the waist only exacerbated the situation. You needed to breathe properly, or you feared you may pass out.

Glancing at him, you briefly wondered when the shy, bumbling boy that you'd first met in fifth year had become the confident, smooth talker in front of you now.

You scoffed, taking a step to the side in order to put a little bit of distance between the two of you - not that you really minded being close to him, but you felt the need to get your bearings for a moment. Your fingers fiddled awkwardly with the front of your robes, trying to distract yourself from the Gryffindor beside you who was grinning like the cat who got the cream.

"You're a terrible tease Garreth, do you know that?"

You walked on so that you were now a few paces ahead of him, taking a couple of deep breaths to try and help your hot face cool down again. Garreth followed behind you diligently.

"You enjoy it when I tease you. It's ok to admit it, MC!" He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh, look, Honeydukes is closing for the day. Those Ice mice were a bit of a dud, mind you. I think the next time we come here, I'll stick with good old-fashioned Bertie beans!"

The two of you had walked across the cobbled town square, passing underneath the old, twisted tree that grew in the centre. From there you made your way down the narrow pathway that lead between Honeydukes and Steepley & Sons little traditional tea shop-another favourite of yours.

The houses and shops gave way to an open expanse of grassy, rocky outcrops, Garreth reminding you to watch your footing as you made your way down the hill and to the Hogsmeade gardens. As a matter of fact, you were more worried about the read head's safety, seen as how he'd tripped more than once on stray stones and almost went arse over tit. He pulled you close to him again as you laughed, giving your thigh a little pinch in punishment. Your sharp yelp drew a few scathing looks your way from passers-by, and you smacked Garreths hands away from you, reprimanding him with a hiss. You finally reach the wooden gateway that opens into the pretty little garden.

"You're positively insufferable!" You grumble, though your lips curl up at the edges.

You walk side by side down the time-worn cobbled pathway, the trees branches hang above you, creating an archway of beautiful pink cherry blossoms.

"And you are positively breathtaking, in every sense of the word."

You smile down at your feet, not quite knowing what to say. Garreth, undeterred by your silence, reaches for your hand again, taking it in his and leads you a little further down the walkway until you reach a stone balcony that overlooks the valley of Hogsmeade. In the distance, you have a perfect view of Hogwarts, looking ethereal in the fading light. It is you think, for want of a better word, magical.

There is nobody else down here with you now, and the only sounds that you can hear are the rustling of the tree branches above you as a few Jobberknolls flit about, and the occasional flapping of the enchanted grass dragon as it beats it's wings in the garden below the balcony.

When you turn away from the stunning view of the castle, you find your companion's gaze already trained on you, a serious look taking over his features. Something drops in your stomach, and you're reminded that he wanted to talk with you about something. The street lamps light by themselves suddenly, casting an orange glow over your forms.

"What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?" You spoke softly.

The Gryffindor gives you a calculating look, his eyes drinking you in.

"What's the deal with you and Sallow?" He replied, straight to the point, running a hand through his unruly locks and taking a step closer to your suddenly flustered self.

You are thrust back into the reality of your situation at the mention of your other suitor, guilt shuddering through you like a cold wave. It must have shown on your face as when you raise your head to look at Garreth, a frown is now plastered across his features. You are filled with the desire to smooth away that frown, wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, and hold him close until that gorgeous smile of his returned. How bloody confusing.

Instead, you wrap your arms around yourself, squeezing tightly in an act of self-preservation.

"...Garreth...I, we, Sebastian and I...well, he's, how do I put this. He's my best friend, and we've been through so much together...and..Is he courting you?"

Garreth cuts into your speech, his stance firm and eyes boring into yours. It's clear that he wants answers tonight. And you wouldn't deny him the truth.

"Yes." You whisper, suddenly unable to meet his emerald gaze, pulling your arms tighter around yourself.

In less than a second, the red-haired wizard had taken a few strides to you and taken your face in his sizeable hands, leaning down until his forehead pressed against yours. You gasped at the sudden closeness, the warmth eminating from his hands mingling with the heat that was blooming across your cheeks. You look at him with half-lidded eyes, breath coming out faster than usual. His nose brushes gently against yours, and you feel his breath against your lips as he spoke, sparks of arousal pooling down below.

"Then he won't mind a bit of competition, will he..."

It was a statement, not a question. Low and sultry. And then his lips met yours, slow and burning. His fingers pressed into the pulse at your jugular, drawing a little moan from your throat that spilled into his mouth causing him to groan into yours. Your hands were now clutching his robes, your mind in a haze as you felt his arm snake around your waist to pull you flush against his tall frame. His other hand slid to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as his lips moved against yours gently. Your body felt as though it were on fire. You returned his kiss, panting lightly when you felt the soft prod of his tongue probing at the line of your lips. You opened up for him eagerly, whimpering into his mouth when the hot muscle ran against yours possesively. He groaned again when you pressed your hips closer to his, and you could feel the hardness of his arousal against your thigh.

Your hands moved, running up the hot skin of his neck to card through his unruly locks. His mouth left yours to trail hot kisses along your jaw, each one sending a flare of pleasure straight to your increasingly wet core. You moaned shamelessly when his teeth bit down onto your neck, the sharp pain soon turning into pleasure as his tongue ran over the welt, lips sucking the flesh into his mouth relentlessly. You were trembling with need, back arching into his body in an attempt to gain some much needed friction on your aching mound.

"Garreth..." You whispered his name like a mantra, gripping his head tightly, holding him against you as if he would disappear entirely if you let go.

You're not sure when, but Garreth had pulled the collar of your robes and shirt down, granting his burning mouth further access. His tongue and teeth now waged war on the thin skin of your collar bone, leaving angry marks that were sure to still be there in the morning.

He pulled away from the latest marking, bringing his hand up to rub his thumb across it, his eyes flitting over it with a possessive look. You swallowed thickly, taking a stuttering inhale. His dark gaze flicks suddenly from your conquested skin and directly to to you pleasure-hazed eyes.

"I want you to be mine, MC."

Your words failed you, the sincerity that shone from him and the determination that was set on his face made your heart stutter in your chest. What could you say? You were still panting lightly, your chest rising and falling dramatically with every breath.

There was no denying that you yearned for him, that much was clear. The fact of the matter was that you also yearned for Sebastian, always had. Since the very first day in Professor Hecat's class when he'd goaded you in that impish manner of his. (After which you'd knocked him on his arse, you might add.)

Garreth seemed to notice your faltering thoughts. He leaned into your neck once more, peppering small kisses from your collar and up the expanse of your neck. You mewled, tilting your head to give him more room to work his magic, your thighs squeezing together instinctively. His lips found a sensitive little spot just behind your ear, applying more pressure than before as they sucked another crimson blemish into the skin. You gasped out his name again, running your hands across the expanse of his shoulders, and then his mouth was on yours again. He teased you with short, soft kisses, moving his lips away from you as soon as they'd made contact. Your lips chased his each time, the pleasure coiling in you desperately as you let out a whine of frustration until he relented with a smile, pressing into your willing mouth with a muffled groan. His fingers were digging into your hip through your robes fiercely.

The sudden sound of branches snapping and loud rustling of foliage made you pull away from each other. The grass dragon released a loud roar from below you, blowing out a stream of crimson coloured leaves, its wings whipping about dramatically.

You stared at each other, both panting, the fog of desire still evident in your body language. And then you both laughed. A jovial laugh that vanished any awkwardness that lingered between you. Garreth brought a hand up to your face, running his thumb across your lower lip as he pressed his forehead against yours again.

"I meant what I said, MC. I don't care that Sallow is courting you, but I will fight for you."

He watched as you pressed a kiss against his thumb, your mind trying desperately to put your thoughts into words.

"Garreth...I.."

"I truly believe that you've bewitched me." A n affectionate smile crossed his face and you couldn't help but smile in return.

He stepped out of your vicinity then, but held onto your hand, beginning to lead you down past the temperamental dragon and back towards the village. It was completely dark now, and you could see little moths flitting around the soft glow of the lanterns that lined the garden.

"Come on, we'd best get back to the castle, as much as I'd rather continue here." He said with a mischievous wink in your direction. You didn't fail to notice the satisfied look on his face as his eyes skirted over the blooming marks on your neck.

You stopped abruptly, looking at his face with a seriousness that had his confidence faltering slightly.

"MC, are you ok?" He spoke, voice riddled with nerves.

"I really like you, Garreth, and tonight was wonderful, and I don't regret being here with you, but I'm confused. I won't lie to you. I have feelings for Sebastian, too. If I must be honest, I haven't a clue what I'm doing. I don't want to hurt either of you. Knowing all of this, are you sure that you're ok with it all? Because I would love nothing more than to do this all again with you, but I can't bear the thought of losing you in any capacity."

Your words felt like a huge jumble of nonsense to your ears, and you looked at the ground to hide the redness that stained your face. A feeling of shame overcame you, and you kicked at a stray stick at your feet, suddenly feeling like a dreadful excuse for a person. The marks on your neck ached in accusation.

Suddenly, a pair of arms encircled your waist, and soft lips were on yours again, moving against you passionately. Garreth pulled away slowly, his fingers taking your chin to tilt you face up to his. A contented sigh fell from your mouth.

"I know that you were enjoying yourself back there. He smirked, but were you not listening in the slightest?" His hand stroked comforting circles against your lower back as he looked directly into your astonished eyes.

"I want you. And I'm going to fight for your affections, with all that I have. And even if you decide that you don't want me in return, I'm going to be there for you because you mean the world to me, MC."

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Part 1

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By the Fire Light (AKA Who Would Win In A Tickle Fight?)

Summary: mighty nein shenanigans. relatively early campaign fireside party chill time… you know how it is with silly tieflings when they’re bored.

A/N: based on this fan question and the subsequent answer ehehe (link to vid clip)

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Words: 3026

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Nott and Caleb are gathered rather close, not unusual for them on an evening around the fire. She’s going through some of the trinkets, treasures, and other little things she stole over the last few days. A few gold pieces, someone’s pen, a dagger…

Caleb turns from examining her spoils, looking at the rest of their party across the flames. Jester is smiling, wriggling in her seat a bit as she animatedly speaks with Mollymauk. Fjord is sitting not far from them, though he doesn’t seem to be contributing to the conversation. Beau is gathered up as near to Yasha as she can be without looking too desperate, pointedly not looking directly at her to avoid losing her train of thought or saying something stupid. Caleb feels a warmth settle in his chest, a strange contentment he has not felt for a very long time.

“Caleb! Do you and Nott want some wine?” Jester asks sweetly, holding out a bottle that she and Molly are sharing.

Caleb’s mouth lifts a little on the side. “Sure. Thank you, Jester.” He answers for both of them.

Nott reaches into one of the coin purses she had snagged, and finds it goes much deeper than she thought. “Oooh!” She exclaims. “I think we’ve got something interesting here!”

Jester brings over 2 cups of wine for the pair of them. “What is it, Nott?”

“Feels like a bag of holding! Wonder what’s in here!” She stands, wiggles her fingers. “Money? Perhaps?” And places them into the opening.

She pulls nothing out. “Well that’s a shame. How about weapons?” And she dunks her hand again.

This time it connects with something. A smooth, heavy handle of a weapon. She pulls it with a grin, and finds a large black mace.

“Cool! Can you swing that?” Jester claps. “Are there more?”

“Let’s see!” Nott thinks again of weapons and puts her hand in again.

…

A few minutes later, several daggers, arrows, and a shortsword, are all she has pulled from the bag.

“Should we try to like, dump it?” Jester asks. “That can’t be it.”

“Um. Maybe not here… now…” Nott suggests.

“Aw, ok, later then.” She climbs back over near Molly and Fjord.

“Hey, what do you guys think would be like, the weirdest thing we might find in there?” She asks.

“I dunno. Whoever had it seems like they were kind of boring.” Molly says, glancing at the small cache of weapons Nott has removed.

“Maybe like… a big, huge sex toy!” Jester theorizes. “Nott try thinking about sex toys and try to pull out something.”

Nott laughs a little. “I am not going to do that… Be my guest though!”

“Aww. Don’t be shy.”

“Not shy. I’m just- who knows where something like that’s been.” She shudders.

“There could like, definitely be blood and guts and brains on the weapons you pulled out.” Jester teases. “But fine… um. What were we talking about before Molly?”

“Who do you think could handle the most ale?”

Jester turns to the others, smiling and raising an eyebrow as to direct the question to them.

Nott smirks. “I think I-“

“I think Yasha probably could drink the most.” Caleb looks at Nott as she squints at him. “I mean, physically. Without getting sick or passing out.” He holds his hands up in a small defense at Nott’s small scowl.

Beau nods in agreement, and Yasha lets out a small laugh.

“Umm…” Jester taps her finger on her chin. “Who do you think would win if you were wrestling? Beau or Yasha?”

…

A few more hypothetical questions go by, and a pattern seems to form.

“Is every answer just gonna be Yasha?” Molly laughs. “We need to ask about some other people.”

“Ooh ooh I have one! Who do you think would win in a tickle fight? Nott or Caleb?”

“Interesting.” Molly says as he turns to regard the pair sitting opposite the fire.

Caleb stops drinking, just managing not to cough, and fixes Jester with a bewildered stare. It takes a moment for the words to process in his mind. He replies, somewhat snarky. “Hm…what a question.”

“Is there already a victor? Care to share?” Mollymauk waggles his eyebrows.

“Well I, uh,” Nott begins, turning to look at Caleb, “I guess it never came up in our time together?”

Jester leans in. “But didn’t you guys ever snuggle real close when it was cold? You never ever tried to tickle him?” She seems to be in genuine disbelief. “But, like, he’s so grumpy all the time.”

“Ja, we were not wasting our time with such childish things.” Caleb speaks pointedly.

Nott catches a hint of pink creeping up the back of Caleb’s neck and ears that did not seem to be there a minute ago, something not from warm brightness of the fire.

“Just, what was it? Conning people and stealing?” Mollymauk laughs. “Yes, very mature of you.”

Caleb moves his eyes over to Molly. “We did what we had to, to get by.”

“Okay, but like, smiling and laughing is very, very important!” Jester insists with a bit of a whine. “Did you at least tell jokes?”

“I can be funny.” Caleb huffs at them.

“We are losing track of the question!” Jester declares. “I think that Nott would probably win, her sleight of hand is crazy.” She turns from Molly to Nott. “I bet you make a good tickler. Are you ticklish?”

Nott smiles shyly, ducking her head. “To be honest, I used to be, but it was, uh, a long time ago.”

“Why don’t you guys just have a tickle fight right now?” Jester suggests excitedly. “Or we all could, I mean-“

“You.” Caleb’s voice is deeper as he fixes his friend with a glare at her suggestion, pointing at her accusatorially. “Shut the fuck up.” There’s a tiny wiggle of his mouth, a falter in his stern expression. It’s gone in an instant.

“Are you ticklish though?” Molly prods on. What a team they make, these two strangely colored, trouble making tieflings.

Caleb rolls his eyes, looking petulant like an unhappy child. “I am so done with this question.”

“No you’re not.” Mollymauk chides.

Caleb’s eyes light up with something akin to fear, though not as serious, nervousness perhaps. They flick to Molly.

“Seriously,” The tiefling wiggles excitedly. “Are you ticklish?”

If Caleb could cast using his eyes, Molly is almost certain that he would be six feet under from the look the wizard gives him. Caleb takes a breath, steadies himself, tries to take control of the situation. “I’m sure that I am, and I’m-“

Mollymauk snorts and laughs along. “What do you mean you’re ‘sure that you are’?”

“-and I’m also holding a mace.” Caleb finishes harshly as he points the weapon Nott had just found a few minutes earlier out at the group, slowly panning between them.

“Oh.” Beau laughs. “Are you gonna take me in melee?” She’s suddenly much closer than she was a moment ago.

“No offense, Caleb, but you’re not very strong.” Jester’s smile conveys some hint of sympathy despite the clear overtone of mischief. “I think we could probably all take you in a tickle fight, really.” She wiggles her fingers at him and he jumps back an inch.

“Well…” Caleb can’t keep up the angry facade in the face of the trickster tiefling. He deflates a bit. “It seems, then, that you have an answer. Is your curiosity satisfied?” He takes a step back.

“Nope.” Molly answers instead of her. “Who knows? You could surprise us.”

“You know there’s only one way this conversation is going to end.” Beau rubs her palms together.

Caleb swallows a whine in his throat. His eyes dart between his companions, looking for an opening to rush far enough out of the way to get his hands into his component pouch. And then still, if they got to him before he could get the verbal components out…

An hopeless groan falls from Caleb’s lips as he finds himself cornered, pinned under each of his friends’ intense gaze. “What can I do to convince you to let this go?” He tries.

“You can let us tickle you!” Jester supplies with an impatient whine.

“Well that rather defeats the..” Caleb trails off. He sighs.

A mage hand appears above his own grip on the mace. “I think I’ll be taking this back.” Nott’s voice interrupts. “Don’t want you falling on it and hurting yourself.”

A small smile is working it’s way into Caleb’s slightly exasperated expression as he looks at his goblin companion, then lets go of the mace, which is swiftly carried out of range.

“Well, well. No more mace, Magic Man, now you’re just… what was it?” Molly continues in a chopped attempt at Caleb’s accent. “Sure that you are ticklish?”

Not knowing what else to do, Caleb backs away from the group slowly. He only makes it a few steps before Beau is on him in a flash. A millisecond of struggling before Beau has him grappled from behind, his arms pinned out to the sides in a full-Nelson. A desperate, strangled sound comes out of his throat as he is held steadfast, a grinning monk pressed against his back. “Beauregard.” He tries. “I will kill you.”

“Yeah, how are you gonna do that?”

Caleb panics for a moment when he realizes he cannot pull his arms in enough to cover any part of himself, his torso, his face. Gods, what he must look like, blush ripening on his face.

Jester practically pounces in front of him. “Oooo where are you ticklish, Caleb?” She contemplates giddily.

Caleb catches the start of a laugh in his throat; the silly absurdity of his companions has been growing on him. He stares up at the sky and pointedly not at any of the Nein. “That seems very unwise to tell you right now.”

“Are you ticklish here?” She presses on, prodding into the softness of his belly a few times.

Caleb’s breath hitches. “Mist- Jester!” He bites his lip, squirming already under just a few pokes.

“That would be a yessss.” She giggles, continues teasing. “What about here?” Two fingers walk over to his side to pinch a few times. “You’re so soft, Caleb!”

Caleb’s legs are practically dancing in place as he tries to wiggle out of the path of Jester’s fingers. “Plehehease-“ He gasps as he chokes back a laugh.

“Yeah you are pretty ticklish there too.” She turns to the rest of their party. “Are you guys gonna help me or what?”

“Nein! No- plehease do not!” Caleb almost shrieks out as Jester pinches up his ribs. He feebly kicks out as she climbs higher.

Yasha puts a hand on Molly’s shoulder when he starts to creep closer to Caleb. She looks between him and Beau. “Listen, I’m all for finding out, but he might not have the same… tolerance.. as you or I for this type of mischief.” She squeezes Molly’s shoulder and he turns to look at her, a little disappointed somewhere in his mind that he probably wouldn’t see what the wizard looked like completely breathless, ravished, unable to stop laughing and smiling tonight. She continues. “We don’t want him to run away on us in the middle of the night.” He gives her an understanding look.

Jester is deterred temporarily by his leather and books, thank gods, but then she just moves right up under Caleb’s arm. His arms flail about (as much as they can), absent any pattern, an outlet for the nervous, ticklish energy building up what feels like exponentially in his system.

“Alright, fine, don’t have to ALL get him right now but, like…” Jester wiggles the fingers on the hand not tickling under Caleb’s arm. She continues talking as he fights unsuccessfully against his laughter. “It really would be faster finding out all his spots if I had a helping hand or two.”

“Noho- Whyhyhy!“ Caleb chokes out between what are dangerously close to full on laughs.

Fjord is snickering to the left of them. He holds his arms up defensively. “I’m not trying to get on the bad side of our wizard.” He takes a step back, content to observe.

Caleb feels Jester pull back from under his arm. He’s still frantically fighting to keep his eyes shut or pointed upward, to will his blush to die down, to squelch the laughter bubbling up in his belly and into his throat. Then, there are fingers against the side of his neck and Caleb is scrunching down as best he can. “Nohohoho-“ Caleb whimpers giddily, a smile plastered on his face.

“Your neck is really ticklish, Caleb!” Jester cheers. “Well, like, pretty much all of you is so far, but-“ She brings her other hand over to trace a path down his other side from under his arm to his hip. Caleb shrinks away from the contact, still awkwardly curled in on his neck as much as he can. “I guess earlier I should have just asked if there was anywhere you weren’t ticklish.”

Caleb’s mind is swirling with the teasing words from Jester. He can’t stop thinking about how everyone can see him, hear him, is watching him right now. He feels - he’s not sure.. It’s intense and silly and unbearable and tingly. Some part of him grasps at the word fun. Still, everyone is looking at him.

“Hey, can you?” Caleb barely registers Molly‘s words, luckily he’s not talking to him. Beau seems to pick up the gesture and question Molly is asking of her as Caleb feels a nod behind him. “I wanna try something.”

Caleb is vaguely aware of his legs shifting and his body moving closer to the ground. His knees bend as Beau sits down behind him, keeping his arms in place, and tucking him easily into her lap despite his wriggling struggles.

Caleb kicks at the air while Jester leans back in from the side to poke and prod at different little spots along his torso. He jumps at each touch. Giggles start falling out almost freely.

Molly grips firmly on Caleb’s ankle and for the first time his eyes make contact with a member of the Nein. “Don’t.” Caleb grins at him nervously.

“I’ll be nice.” Molly assures him with a wink, tugging off his shoe. He can feel Caleb attempt to kick a little, but it seems more for show than anything. Maybe the wizard is just that weak.

Molly scribbles three claws against the ball of Caleb’s foot and he wails, tugging his leg inward a bit harder. “Plehehehease- Scheiße! Beau, let me, let me gohohoho!” Caleb cackles, trying to roll himself over and become one with the dirt. His eyes squeeze shut.

“Hey Jes!”

“Yeah, Molly?”

“Feet are a pretty good spot.” He reports to his devious partner in tickling. “I’m gonna try his legs.”

Caleb is rocking back and forth, squirming in Beau’s grasp as Molly tickles along the different parts of his sole. He pinches a toe, earning a little yelp. Then his fingers tickle lightly along the tops of his feet and up to his calves. He pinches lightly along the back, toward Caleb’s knee.

This one surprises Caleb. He’s been tickled in all of the, what he would consider, usual places. Friends and lovers long ago had taken advantage several times. No one had ever tickled his calves before. He didn’t know they could be ticklish. Where else were they going to find he’s ticklish?

Caleb’s free leg is desperately trying not to kick Molly directly in the face, but he’s not sure how long he will be able to keep it up.

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to worry about that much longer as he feels Yasha’s hand close around his free ankle when it swings a bit too close for comfort.

…

“H-Help!” Caleb cries out as Beauregard’s fingers flex deftly in his armpits. He slams his now freed arms down, but it’s far too late to do anything about Beau or Jester’s hands.

“Alright, alright. I think you’ve established he’s ticklish.” Nott puts a hand on Jester. “You kill him and I’ll have to kill all of you.”

Molly and Yasha set his legs down gently, smoothing a palm over his shins. Jester starts to mimic the motion on his arms.

Beau laughs. “Well you’re gonna have to give me my damn hands back, if you want me to stop.” She taps a few times. Caleb shudders.

“N-No you’re-“ He lets out a giggle and a whine. “You’re going to-“

“Guess I’ll just stay like this forever, then?” She pinches under his arms and Caleb shrieks.

Still shaking a bit, he slowly moves his arms away from his sides.

She slowly starts to pull away. But, really, how can she resist? She wiggles her fingers when Caleb lets the arms move away from his sides just a bit more, and he immediately slams his arms back down with a shout.

“Hey!” Nott pushes a little at her. “That’s enough!” She’s smiling as she scolds.

Yasha stands, giving Caleb a hand sitting up as she moves over to Beau behind him. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“Wait.” Beau pales, scrambles to get up.

Yasha has her caught around the waist in a flash. Molly and Nott help give her a little taste of her own medicine while Jester plays with Caleb’s hair.

“You okay?” She asks him tenderly, a smile on her face.

“Yes, yes. I’m- it’s just.” He laughs, smiles bashfully. “It’s been a while.”

She brushes the last hairs out of his face and pinches his cheek. “That was pretty cute.”

He elbows her away playfully.

“I think you would probably lose in a tickle fight against, like, any of us.” Jester teases, looking over to where Molly, Nott, and Yasha have Beau squealing beneath them. “Maybe not if everyone gangs up on someone else.” She shrugs.

“Oh, I still have some tricks up my sleeve. You never know.” Caleb shoots her a wink as he lays back against her thigh, partially exhausted. He closes his eyes, content to relax into the positive touch and influence of his friends.

#critickle role #the tickle fight is hypothetical and yet Caleb still loses #ticklish!caleb #briefly also ticklish!beau #tickle fic #tickling #mighty nein #dnd #mine #fluff #Caleb widogast #beauregard lionett #nott the brave #jester lavorre #mollymauk tealeaf #the gang finds out Caleb’s ticklish #enjoy my critters #critical role #critical role tickling #let’s be real it’s not really a fight wizards are squishy #Caleb’s friends as so mean #tsk tsk #but it’s ok he’s just learning to have fun ok #one of these days he’s gonna crawl his ass into Mollymauk’s room and be like um. remember that thing you did. by the fire. the other night. #but he’s gonna have to be drunk or just coming out of a polymorph to do it lol

[prey-4-me]

Strange Preferences - Pt III

Prey Predator x fem!reader, slow burn to eventual smut, developing relationship

You have some realizations about your keeper.

Amishta - name, meaning fearless, limitless

Tenahpu - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ  word for man

Nʉm ʉn ʉʉ - Comanche name for themselves; The People

Omg sorry this is later than I was planning… hope you enjoy as much as the other parts. Also I wanted to thank everyone for the ♥️ on my fic so far, esp m*********s & j*******r… I didn’t tag you bc Im not sure of tumblr etiquette but I hope u know who you are! Anyways love to everyone reading of course, now on to the fic!

Part III

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Tenahpu rumbled at you. Despite yourself, you found it comforting. It was raining hard in the moonless night, and you had just woken from a nightmare, the details of which had already faded away. The bad feelings remained however.

Tenahpu had shaken you awake. You were both embarrassed and grateful. The negative emotions stewed in your brain, until you couldn’t take it. Big tears rolled down your cheeks. You sobbed quietly in the dark.

A hand closed around your upper arm. Tenahpu growled your name questioningly. The apparently tender action made you sob harder. You heard rustling. Tenahpu’s torso pressed into your back. Its arm slipped around your waist. It rumbled again, deep in its chest.

Sniffling, you relaxed into it as it embraced you. Rumbling and clicking, Tenahpu’s mandibles tickled your neck. It was nuzzling into your shoulder. You felt its hot breath on your skin. Shuddering, you spoke in a small voice, “Why are you toying with me?” Crying, you didn’t resist as Tenahpu gently rolled you over.

Its golden eyes confronted you. A finger traced your cheekbone. It clicked softly a few times, then growled its name for you. You wondered desperately what it was saying. Why did it act like a friend when it was exactly the opposite? It clearly regarded your kind as prey. You had watched the pile of human skulls grow nearly daily. It also brought trinkets that must have been from the strangers who killed the buffalo. It was the only way you could explain them. But what did it want from you? It brought no other live prey back to camp. It had given you a name. It gave you plenty… but what was it going to ask of you?

***

He hummed quietly to his human as she recovered from a bad dream. Tomorrow, he and Amishta would be picked up. This hunt had been entertaining, but his most valuable prize was no regular trophy. His mandibles clicked together; it would be tricky to get her onboard, but he could do it. The others would learn - hands off.

Amishta sighed. He felt the swell of her chest press against his muscled torso as she did so. Mildly titillated, he grunted. He wondered what she looked like under all the coverings she wore. Was she like his kind…? Why was he curious?

***

You felt Tenahpu shift its body towards yours. It rubbed your side lightly, golden eyes focused on yours. Realization crept up on you very slowly. It rumbled softly, its large hand coming to rest on your hip. Gulping, you blurted out, “You’re… a… a male? I mean… man… like… like one of my kind? Like one of Nʉm ʉn ʉʉ?”

He blinked at you, then clicked once. Everything else momentarily forgotten, you put a hand to his chest. He didn’t react except to tighten his grip on your hip very subtly. You slowly moved your hand down. Eventually your progress was stopped by his belt. By this time he was breathing noticeably harder.

You felt a bulge pressing insistently against your body. Your mouth went dry. He was a man.

#predator x you #predator x reader #predator x human #feral predator x reader #predator fanfiction #yautja x human #yautja x reader #yautja x you